Mixed Day.

I'm in a strange mood today, have been for the whole day long since I received an email from a friend. I really do not know if this strange feeling I'm going through is because of the email, but I do know it began since reading it. Then I read the text from Doc TA, and alhamdulillah, things seem to be getting rosier by the moment.

Having finished my round of appointments for the day, I decided to get a haircut. Somehow while driving, I felt my hair getting fluffy. And when I looked at the rear view mirror, I had a small shock - for a moment I thought I saw one of those aliens in the TV Series, Babylon 5. No, honestly. Both sides of my hair was pointing up and it really did reminded me of those aliens. Or perhaps, had I worn lipstick and powdered my face, I could have been the vampire in 'The Monsters'! Anyway, soon there I was in the barbers shop near my house.

The barber, not the regular guy I know, seem kind of strange to me. When I was walking in, he was on the phone talking in some language which I am not familiar with. I mean, hey, most barbers I know either speak Tamil or Malay. But not this guy. In fact, he does not even look like an Indian or Malay to me. But hang on, my mind went, there's over 100 languages and 350 dialects in that subcontinent, here's a chance to find out.

Soon as I sat, I asked and found out he's from Nepal. Great, I thought! I have a Gurkha cutting my hair; should be fun, and asked for No.1 haircut - short and neat. It took him no more than 5 minutes to bzzzt bzzzt my head with his machine. When done, he asked whether I wanted a shave. Initially I thought its a good idea since its been a long while I had one done for me. But remembering this guy is from Nepal, there's the possibility he might just want to shave me with his Kukri. Uh uh, no thank you! I wanted a haircut, not a head cut off! So I walk out the door to the grocery shop a few doors away.

At the shop, a sweet young girl in tudung greeted me with a captivating smile "Selamat Datang, abang!". Hmm...my mind was trying to figure out the smile "Does she find the short hair amusing, or is she attracted to me?". Then she asked "Abang nak apa?". While my lips uttered "Mintak saya panadol 2 papan", my heart went "Awak!". But off course, the latter was never mentioned. She took the 2 straps of panadol and put it on the counter and said "2 ringgit 60 sen, bang". Then, perhaps due to the strange feeling I was going through, I shot back "Eh, saya mintak! Mintak pun kena bayar ke?", with a straight face, off course. And her expression changed from the happy smiling face to a serious look. I mean, her eyes were like spitting venom already! Good thing a man came from out of nowhere and laughed at my joke. Otherwise, you might get a headline like "Venom spitting eyes kills man!" in tomorrow's papers. Honestly, men and women should seriously sit down and understand each other's language correctly!

Like the other day when I was about to enter a tolled highway, I pulled a joke on the girl manning the booth. But she took it seriously and said "Encik! Tak boleh encik!". Sheesh, all I said was "Saya tumpang lalu, ye". Neber mind.

Anyway, I brought lunch back and found out my emak is having a stomach disorder, but would not go to a doctor. Then Razak, a friend, called and asked for the way to the Muslim Cemetery in Kota Damansara; it seem, the father of his friend had passed away, and soon I found myself at the cemetery. A funeral, any funeral, is a sad time as one bade farewell to a loved one, and this was no exception.

After the funeral, I, a total stranger, stood beside my car watching the family and well-wishers leave one by one. As I stood there in the drizzle - it was raining during the funeral itself - someone threw a cigarette butt onto a growing pool of water, and my eyes followed the butt as it moved according to the gentle breeze blowing till the tyres of a car rolled over it. I looked around and saw many luxury cars and then thought to myself "All the luxuries in the world, cannot replace the life of a dearly departed." And "when we leave this world, we will have 3 things accompanying us: Our prayers, our deeds, and the prayers of our family". Though I have never met him, I believe, Allahyarham will have these 3; I was told he was a good man. Al-Fatehah.

Though I do feel for the family, I still cannot shake off the earlier emotion I was going through. In all, this has been a day of mixed emotion. In fact, I think I could say it was almost like being in love.

Tale of A Relationship

Love makes the world go around, so the saying goes. I, however, believe that to be true. For without His love...I just can't imagine what this present world, before, and after, will be like. As His humble servants living in this passing moment, we more often than not forget who we truly are. We wake up, go to work or studies, eat, sleep, and enjoy the finer moments of our days, yet we still forget about many things, mostly that the bounties we had are from Allah s.w.t. And so it is with this tale about 2 people.

As one would have probably watched, the video is slightly dated, but still precious nonetheless. Especially in view of matters lately.

The tale I would like to tell you, is a tale that happens everyday. For it seem to be a common thing for 2 people to meet, and try to develop their relationship from there. Sometimes it works out to expectation...of at least one; sometimes it does not. I, for one, never dreamed it would come to this. How could it have happened?

Unlike the ruins of an ancient Mayan city that was once hailed as the acme of past civilisation, this relationship is now more than just an acne between the 2 people. While one is seen as an ancient addict, the other was seen as the healer to the ails of many. Where the former is proven to be true, the latter has yet to fulfill promises made. Truly sad, and heartbreaking. But such is the tale of these 2 people. I could go on and on and on with their tales, but do fear I may bore you now that it is out in the open. Still, in many ways, I look forward to the coming days that will tell the true course of this relationship.

By the way, I hope I have not mislead anyone into thinking this is a tale about me. It is not, I assure you. This, is a tale about the relationship between Palalah and Chedet. Its an old song sung new.

Boy! Do I love the changes coming!

Lost!

Don't you just love the TV series 'Lost!'. They keep building the characters and story leading you to a climax...which never come. Still, you hang on in hope of understanding the entire big picture although deep inside you know it is you who is lost! And it did not help matters when AXN shows each series at least twice a week, and then run the previous seasons, do a back-to-back thing...which does not really help you get your bearings. Then, all of a sudden, ntv7 started to run the series! Oh boy! You really do get lost in 'Lost'! Well, can't say much about everyone else, but I know I did.

It was like being stranded in the middle of a rain forest with your eyes blinded by your own sweat and your mind clouded by your fears of the unknown. So you stumble around hoping to get to a clearing if any, just to rest your tired body, but the sun shines it best at you and you are forced to get under the canopy again where unseen predators lurks...some in your mind, some real. Then the darkness of the night creeps in and there are no moon, no stars, to give you that little ray of hope of companion you need. Still, you fight to stay on the upper hand, to stay calm...to stay sane.

Fire! That's right! Light a fire! It will brighten the area and keep the nasty beasts away. Those in your mind, and those real ugly beasts just waiting to sink their not so razor sharp fangs into your measly flesh. Start a fire...and you unwittingly starts a forest fire! Run! Run! Run! But where? Which direction? Into a pool of water filled with months long hungry crocodiles?

The fire that was supposed to give you hope, is now your own undoing.../-

Haha! That folks, is a piece of stupid copywriting I just wrote for this lovely thing I just found! Kindly click here - its a Qiblat Direction for your pc. The map it use might be pretty old as I cannot even find the street I am in, but it ought to suffice. Amd while you are at it, thought this song might entertain you.


LA's fine, sunshine most of the time
The feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back

Well, I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
LA's fine, but it ain't home
New York's home but it ain't mine no more

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
And then became one
Well, except for the names and a few other changes
If you talk about me, the story's the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried but it won't let me go
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
But I've never cared for the sound of being alone

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
NOT EVEN THE CHAIR!
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

I am, I said
I am, I cried
I am...

Raw Swings

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